“Very well, we’ll go, then,” said the Wallypug.
The Ancient Mariner touched his forelock again and muttered something about “going to fetch the horse and cart.”
“What does he mean?” asked Girlie.
“Oh! we always go to sea in a cart here,” said the Wallypug.
“Not in a boat?” asked Girlie in surprise.
“Oh dear no, your Majesty,” said the Wallypug, “they are so dangerous, you know, and are always getting capsized. Now, you’ve never heard of any one’s being shipwrecked in a cart, have you?” he went on.
“No,” said Girlie, “I never have, certainly, but it does seem a funny way to go to sea, doesn’t it?”
“Not at all,” said the Wallypug. “Haven’t you ever been to sea in a cart before?” he asked.
“No, that I haven’t,” said Girlie.
“How used you to get to your bathing-machines at Broadstairs?” asked the Wallypug.